A BEDTIME STORY FOR MY CHILDREN. Today, one of my sons who lost his birth mom in 94 asked me to tell him a bedtime story like his mama used to do. God has laid on my heart to share it with all my babies as you lay your heads to rest. Here it is. Hahahaha. Yes. I will tell you a story of Canada. It is the story of today. Today my son the weather has turned cold. I look outside and it is raining and the sky is grey. I thank God though for this weather for they tell me that soon, later tonight the rain will turn to beautiful white fluffy snow but is very cold. My mind goes back to many years ago when I was young and I would play in the snow. The snow would be deep on the ground and I would lay down in it on my back. I would move my arms up and down against it and my legs back and forth. Then I would get up. After completing this I would look into the snow and the movement of my arms made like wings of an angel. The movement of my legs made the image of the beautiful white gown of the angel. The impression in the snow made me into an angel. Just as the impression of me is on the Lords heart. I am an angel, no matter what I have done today or ever, I am His girl. The apple of His eye. In my mind tonight, I see the angel in the snow, even though it is a memory away and I say, Lord, let the angels of my memories now look over my precious children as they sleep and may your peace ever be present with them. Night, night my angel child. Sleep in the arms of Jesus.
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 19:34:52 +0000
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